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An impure thought crept into his mind.

"No, no." He quickly dismissed that thought. Luo Ying was currently weak, and he couldn't risk aggravating her health.

However, a certain restless part of his body couldn't help but stir.

Luo Ying keenly felt the changes in his body temperature and breathing. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips brushed against his chest.

"Honey, take me home. This hospital smells like disinfectant. I don't want to stay here anymore."

Which man could resist? Lu Zhao was burning with desire, but he managed to maintain his last bit of clarity.

He held back his urges.

"No, you must recover before going home," Lu Zhao stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Luo Ying pouted unhappily. "But I don't want to. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine. Why do I need to stay in the hospital? I'll only have problems if I'm confined here."